Entering the Ice Gate [complete]
Character(s): Braska, Saïx, Link
Content: Braska enters Paixao and meets Saïx and Dark Link.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: A couple hours before noon
Warnings: Fighting
Braska studied his surroundings, his vision somewhat spotty from the flash of light that had occurred only seconds before. As he did so he quickly realized that this wasn't the Farplane, and, despite the way the foliage sparkled like Macalania Woods, this place didn't look like any he had seen on Spira. As he wondered where he ended up, Braska noticed a line leading up to a large gate.
The gate itself was impressively large and fashioned in such a way that it looked to be made of ice. Temporarily forgetting his manners in favor of curiosity, Braska began walking towards the gate to get a better look at it. He had only been near the structure for a couple seconds when he was startled by a voice. "Name?"
Braska frowned confusedly, looking around to see that he had just accidentally cut to the front of the line. A wave of embarrassment flooded through him. "Oh! No, no! I'm not in line yet. I just wanted to get a closer look, that's all. Please, help these other people first," he said, smiling apologetically.
It was the gatekeeper's turn to look confused. He'd never heard a foreigner give a response like that. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to try again. He had a job to finish, after all. "Name?"
Braska sighed heavily. "My name is Braska." He didn't much appreciate the phrasing of the question, it seemed a bit rude, but as the gatekeeper didn't seem to want to listen to anything else, Braska figured he might as well get himself out of the way as soon as possible. A small machina was given to him along with a pamphlet, and with a "Welcome to Paixao!" he moved along on his way, wondering what had just happened.
Content: Braska enters Paixao and meets Saïx and Dark Link.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: A couple hours before noon
Warnings: Fighting
Braska studied his surroundings, his vision somewhat spotty from the flash of light that had occurred only seconds before. As he did so he quickly realized that this wasn't the Farplane, and, despite the way the foliage sparkled like Macalania Woods, this place didn't look like any he had seen on Spira. As he wondered where he ended up, Braska noticed a line leading up to a large gate.
The gate itself was impressively large and fashioned in such a way that it looked to be made of ice. Temporarily forgetting his manners in favor of curiosity, Braska began walking towards the gate to get a better look at it. He had only been near the structure for a couple seconds when he was startled by a voice. "Name?"
Braska frowned confusedly, looking around to see that he had just accidentally cut to the front of the line. A wave of embarrassment flooded through him. "Oh! No, no! I'm not in line yet. I just wanted to get a closer look, that's all. Please, help these other people first," he said, smiling apologetically.
It was the gatekeeper's turn to look confused. He'd never heard a foreigner give a response like that. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to try again. He had a job to finish, after all. "Name?"
Braska sighed heavily. "My name is Braska." He didn't much appreciate the phrasing of the question, it seemed a bit rude, but as the gatekeeper didn't seem to want to listen to anything else, Braska figured he might as well get himself out of the way as soon as possible. A small machina was given to him along with a pamphlet, and with a "Welcome to Paixao!" he moved along on his way, wondering what had just happened.